Although these people sell water and engage in a business without capital, which is somewhat unethical, in the end, they are forced by life, and Yu Xiaolian cannot hold resentment against them.
After exchanging a few scant words with the middle-aged man, Yu Xiaolian and her group left the village.
Sun Daji was right; they couldn't cook food in this village. If anyone got desperate from hunger, they might gang up to rob them. Although they had more people, it's better to avoid trouble.
After walking ten more miles, Yu Xiaolian finally let everyone stop to cook.
Sun Daji loudly arranged, "You guys go collect firewood, and you guys set up the pot..."
Sun Daji said helplessly, "Dad, we all know this stuff; we've done these chores well enough. You don't have to worry. Find a place to lie down and take a nap, and I'll call you when the food's ready."
Sun Fourth Uncle said, "I'm already hungry."
Sun Daji echoed, "I'm hungry too; we're eating late today."
